Turnabout Confessions 2: Injustice for All

NOTE: The story takes place between the first and second cases of PW:JfA.

This was the day where Phoenix made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Sure that lovely young woman with the short grayish hair and that fetching beauty mark under her right eye seemed harmless enough, but that's where he and Maya were wrong. And now he was handcuffed to an antique chair as his date went off to get something to probably torture him with. What would it be? Hot wax? Nipple clamps? A twelve-inch unlubercated strap-on?

"Oh yeah, Franziska, don't keep me waiting." Phoenix growled sarcastically to himself as his mind flashed back to how it all started…

"Oh, what about her?" Maya said, eagerly pointing at a woman in her early twenties with medium red hair and a white beret making a fort out of creamers at the table next to them.

"No thanks." Phoenix sighed as the red-head giggled like a small child after knocking the fort down with the back of her hand.

"Then what about me?" Maya leaned over until they were nose to nose as she fluttered her lashes and made goo-goo eyes at him.

He placed his hand over her face and gently pushed her away. "Not now, Maya."

"Come on, you don't want to be an old maid for the rest of your life do you?" Why did he even tell her that he hadn't had a girlfriend since Dahlia? Not a serious one, mind you, just a few dates that didn't go anywhere.

That's when his date-depraved eyes came across her, a sophisticated beauty in little black dress with a simple white, long-sleeved jacket sipping a cappuccino two tables down. It was like she was in her own little world, immune to the hustle and bustle of the waitresses, the inane chatter of the people around her, and certain persistent little medium who gave a sly little smile as she watched Phoenix admire her.

"Not bad, not bad at all." He unknowingly said out loud.

"Then go ask her out."

He felt like a young teen again, as those butterflies that he though left when he got older return in his stomach as he slowly got out of his chair and turning towards Franziska. "I really don't want to bother her."

"You never know until you try." Maya chirped, giving him an overly-enthusiastic push; not knowing her own strength as she sent right into the back of Franziska's chair, causing her splash a swallow worth of coffee all over the sleeve of her jacket.

"What fool would…" Just as she was about to pull her whip from her purse, her thoughts automatically jumped ship at the sight of Phoenix; the man who defeated both Edgeworth and her father.

"Oh sorry about that." Phoenix pulled out a napkin from a nearby dispenser and attempted to dab at the stain. "My assistant can be a little clumsy." Franziska simply looked at him, ignoring the cry of objection from Maya. While she could recognize that spiky hair of his from a mile away, he just didn't seem like the man she theorized him to be. From the newspapers she had her older sister send to her of the case, Franziska had narrowed down her expectations of Phoenix being either a cocky, ruthless hotshot or a clone of her father not some bumbling, imperfect mortal that was trying not to look like an idiot in front of her.

"It's alright." As much as it shocked her to say it and then smile sweetly as if nothing happened, she just couldn't afford to blow her cover. As long as she spent planning her revenge in the court room, meeting her future victim this early brought on a much more interesting idea. "We all have accidents, Mr…"

"Wright. Phoenix Wright."

"May Karuma." She gently held out her hand, flashing him a sultry look that she hoped would draw him in. He paused for a second before his brain kicked into gear, screaming at him to kiss her hand. "This is almost too easy." She thought the second his lips touched her hand.

"Maya," Phoenix turned to his assistant about to pull some money from his wallet.

"Don't worry, I got my bus pass. You two crazy kids have fun, ok?"